As fast as the bus entered the city my whole being was filled with the vibrant feeling best described as: Paris.
Filled with nice small shops and warm bistrots, neighbouring ancient cream white symmetrical historical buildings, Paris is a distorted dreamlike city.
For behind it's exquisite fashion houses and ancient palaces, hidden by the neon-blinking glittering souvenir shops bombarding the streets, lies the slums of the thousands illegal immigrants that are attracted by this economical megalopolis.
During the trip, one of the most amazing things we did
was to visit Musée d'Orsay.
was to visit Musée d'Orsay.
It was my first time in that magnificent museum.
(and absolutely not the last one)
Ran around with that uplifting fluttering butterflyish feeling of amazement.
Imagine; I finally saw Monet, Manet, Delacroix, Toulouse-Lautrec, Renoir, Gauguin, Degas
and so many other amazing artists
It was like walking around in a dream.
All those works I've seen on photo, and then to see them
FOR REAL
you almost had to blink twice to understand that what you saw was real.
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| Bal du moulin de la galette-Renoir |
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| La balancoire-Renoir |
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| La classe de danse_Degas |
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| La chute d'eau_Blauensteiner |
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| Le Sahara_Guillaumet |
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| Le pont d'Argenteuil_Monet |
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| Les Oréades_Bouguereau |
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| Les Baigneuses_Renoir |
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| La Rousse_Toulouse-Lautrec |
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| Les Glacons_Monet |
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